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'The Older The Violin ...'

Morphing through
the decades
leaning on our pasts

Brian, Paul, Van, and I
still living
loose and fast

The words have
deeper meaning
as melodies refrain

The end in view
but out of sight
-the magic preordained

(Saint David's Pennsylvania: January, 2024)


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